I cannot interest myself for shoes
I don't want to try anything
I'd not like to dress up myself
The relationship, family, house and yard
I find them silly
I can envy anyone for these things
I can't wash the dishes and lead no household
No bad movie can move me to tears
But how do I pass the time
Until my funeral starts
How do I pass the time
Until my funeral starts
I am about most of things
And the rest is too silly for me
How do I pass
How do I pass the time
I don't care for smalltalk at the office
I do not feel at home
In any ante-room anyways
For the noble, huge proportion of women aim
I am too infantile
And for that I speak much too quietly
No rich man really attracts me
That would not work out anyways because I cannot lie